I feel like writting this week... Hope you're gonna enjoyed it ! Thanks for R&R ;)
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What the hell happened to me? Santana leaned against the locked door, eyes shut. I'm such a dumbass. She began to be assailed by regrets.
"Santana? Are you okay? Open the door please! Guests are not allowed to leave the basement!"
Seriously?! "Get the fuck out of here Berry! Leave me alone!" She shouted then sighted in relief when she's not earring her lousy hostess anymore.
She would never have done that. Hurt Brittany on purpose, it was just stupid. She squeezed her eyelids harder, trying to suppress fresh waves of tears. It's because of the alcohol. I always cry when I'm drunk.
She finally opened her eyes, tears still at bay and moved in front of the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. God bless the one who invented waterproof mascara.
Santana held herself on each edge of the sink and breathe deeply, trying to force her brain to work despite all the alcoholic substance she absorbed tonight. I have to stop that. She's Brittany for God sake, I knew her since forever, she's my best friend. Yes, just my best friend. And I have to accepted that and move on. God damn it I am Santana fucking Lopez, I am the heartbreaker one.
She looked at her reflection again, especially her mouth, and replayed the weirdest kiss of her life in her head. She retraced carefully the shape of her lips with her fingers, wiping the rest of strawberry glitter gloss who was left here by Rachel. God, I just kissed Rachel Barbara freak show Berry. The shadow of a genuine smile appeared on her face for the first time of the night.
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A sleeping Rachel groaned, shifted on the couch and tried to turn on her stomach. It's when she fell with a loud thud on the hard floor.
"Jesus!" Very awake now, she got up and tried to stand up straight. The room around her was blur during a moment and she rapidly need to sit down. Oh dear God. Her brain needed a little time to process everything. Where is everyone? She frowned, the basement was perfectly empty. And such a giant mess. Luckily, she was still too tipsy for really be bothered by this statement. Her eyes caught the blinking signal of her cell phone, informing her of new messages. She took the opportunity to read the time on the little shiny screen. 4:21AM. 2 messages.
Mercedes :
Party's over. You're drooling on your couch since 2 hours. Don't freak out too much for the mess. xo
Noah :
Dat was hoooot ;) ;) U know how to throw a partay Raach xx
Rachel frowned, doesn't understanding at the first reading. Then it hit her. Like a truck on the highway. Oh my God. Her face burned like hell at the memory.
"Berry?"
Rachel screamed. She took the first thing she can reach for threatening the intruder; a microphone.
"Sweet Jesus Berry, chill out!"
"Santana?" Surprise was written all over the Diva face. "Wh-what are you doing here, the party's over"
The Latina arched an eyebrow, looking around them. "Yeah thanks, I think I noticed that"
"Bu-"
"I just fall asleep in your bathtub okay?" She shrugged it off, like it was a common situation.
"Oh, O-okay…"
Awkward silence.
"Well…" The petite brunette pursued, posing the micro where she took it. "I guess you want to go home…"
"No"
The answer fell from the Latina mouth a little too quickly. She just can't go home. "I… I'm really tired and half of my blood must be mixed with tequila. I can't drive like that… So maybe… Maybe I can crash here somewhere for the rest of the night…?" She can't believe she's actually asking that.
"Huh, yes, sure." It's not into her habits to have 'friend' staying the night, but Santana had a point, and her dads didn't returned before tomorrow night anyway.
Actually, she just wanted to go to sleep.
"If you may follow me, even if this dress looks fantastic on you, I'm sure it's not really comfy for sleeping with" Rachel cheeks blush a little at what she just said. She head out of the basement, Santana in her tracks, smirking.
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"Here" Rachel get through her insanely well tidy wardrobe before pulling out a pair of sweat pant and an oversized pink tee shirt. Santana made a face. She bet there was a unicorn on it.
"It's just for sleeping" Rachel said as she was reading her mind. "You can take the couch in the basement, it's a convertible. I'm going to be ready for bed now, if you'll excuse me. Have a good night Santana."
The Latina didn't look at her anymore as she disappeared in her private bathroom "Yeah, thank you midget" she answered absently, absorbed in the contemplation of her surroundings. This room was so clichéd it's hurt. How the hell did she managed to fit all this trophies on that shelf?
Santana rolled her eyes as she took the top her sleeping outfit and unfold it. Missed it. A golden star. She smiled at the Diva's obsession with gold star and almost found it cute. As much as disturbing.
She put it on a chair somewhere before taking off her heels and unzipped her dress. She actually almost never wore pajama and she wasn't going to start tonight with that thing.
Santana knew she was supposed to get back to the basement now but the bed looked atrociously attractive. It was calling for her. She settled herself in the silky sheets and heard noise coming from the bathroom, informing that Rachel was done. There's no way she's taking the couch. She feinted sleeping.
Rachel came out of the bathroom freshly changed in a white and purple nightdress, humming some melody that looked approximately like My Headband. She stopped dead in her track when she saw who was in her bed.
"Santana?" She hissed. No response. "Santana come on, I need my beauty sleep." She groaned, still faced by silence. There is no way she's taking the infamous couch from the basement, either.
The Latina smiled in the dark, eyes still shut, waiting patiently that Berry surrender and let her sleep in her bedroom while she's taking the couch.
However, she wasn't expected the brunette to join her under the sheet.
"Oh my God, what are you doing?" She whispered in a high voice, even if nobody could hear her.
"Are you awake?"
"Obviously!"
Rachel shifted awkwardly "Well obviously, I'm sleeping in my bed" Her right hand brushed unintentionally the other brunette tight and she froze when she understand that she's not wearing any pants. "What are you doing?" The Diva was now on the total opposite edge of the bed.
"I'm not sleeping on a freaking couch."
Rachel didn't protest, too tired for arguing. Morphée's arms began to wrap around her as she closed her eyes. The silence surrounded them for a moment before Santana spoke again, watching at the ceiling.
"Berry?"
"Mhm?"
"About what I said earlier…" Santana was not the kind who doing in apologies, but being here, still a little tipsy, didn't help her. "About Hudson and all… I didn't wanna, y'know…"
"It's okay Santana. Actually I think you were right, I have to get over it. I know it's going to be hard and seeing him every day at school happy with Quinn does not going to be joyful but I am the lead of the Glee club -without pretention- and I have to-"
"I get it" God she's half sleeping and she's always such a babbling mouth.
"And you should do the same." Rachel finished nonetheless.
Santana turned her head in her direction. "About what?"
Rachel answered, eyes still closed, facing the ceiling. "About sleeping in my bathtub. And get over Brittany." She blurted out.
What. "How do you... I…" Her mouth couldn't articulate coherent words. She hated being in this kind of situation, feeling insecure about herself. "Mind your own business okay?" She shifted in the bed.
"Sorry I didn't mean to-"
"The kiss was kind of hot." Situation reversed.
Rachel snapped her eyes open, totally caught of guard. She felt her face turning red again and was thankful of the dark.
"Good night Santana."
"Good night Berry." Rachel could hear her smiling.
The former Cheerio yawned then made herself comfortable on her pillow. She was now on her side, facing the smaller girl. She closed her eyes again, smirking.
"I'm having a sleepover with Treasure trail."
Rachel pinched her on the side. They both laughed.